Last night I wasted two hours of my life watching a movie that came highly recommended. It hadn't been on 20 minutes before my legs started twitching. I'd get up to dish ice cream and Hubs would pause the movie. I'd get up and check on the kids and Hubs would pause the movie.
Usually, when I come back from dealing with a crier, I think, "Why didn't he pause the movie?" Last night I just wanted to movie to be over.
And it wasn't bad. Relatively clean. Relatively humorous. Some unresolved plot lines (I think they thought it would make the movie better for some bizarre reason). But overall not a terrible movie.
I'm wondering when I will quit weighing the quality of a movie against the sleep I'm losing to watch it.